skip de skip, up the road off to school you go “don’t you be a bad boy johnny don’t you slip up or play the fool” “oh no ma, oh no da, i’ll be your golden boy i will obey ev’ry golden rule” get told by the teacher not to day-dream told by my mother:

be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good (johnny) be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good (johnny) be good be good.

“are you going to play football this year, john?” “no!” “oh, well you must be going to play cricket this year then, are you johnny?” “no! no! no!” “boy, you sure are a funny kid, johnny, but i like you! so tellme, what kind of a boy are you, john?”

i only like dreaming all the day long where no one is screaming

be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good (johnny) be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good johnny!